Aeris watched as her sister rode at the head of the Horde next to her new husband, Khal Drogo. Though she wouldn't say it aloud, the Dothraki scared her. But what scared her even more, was losing her sister.

Since she was a baby, it had always been just her, Viserys, and Daenerys. Her and Dany were close, really close. Dany had always taken care of her, and when she was old enough, she returned the favor. She knew that Viserys had always been jealous. It was charged to him as the last remaining male Targaryen to take care of them, but they'd always rather each other before him. They had never stayed in one place for too long, so that anyone from Westeros could not reach them and kill them to end their rightful claim to the Iron Throne.

But Viserys had just married Dany off to a savage stranger with no remorse. If he could do that do Dany, she had no idea what he would do to her.

"We've stopped again for a week. A week!" Viserys ranted in their tent. Viserys liked to keep a tight leash on her. He liked control and he was attempting to gain some through Drogo's army.

"The horde is enormous, "Aeris spoke meekly, "It's the only way to make it long distances…"

Viserys looked at her, "And you know how to lead a horde now, do you? Maybe I should tell Khal Drogo he married the wrong sister!" he approached her, his eyes flashing as they did when he felt threatened in anyway.

Aeris shook her head, "No…but…you could rest…save your strength for when you are leading the army…"she tried to recover the situation.

"I have strength enough," he hissed. He removed his top layer of clothing as the fires gleamed in the night just outside their tent. But Viserys would rather be dead then go outside and sit with the Dothraki.

Aeris did not speak again. She laid down onto her side and watch the fire in their tent dance against the light breeze. As frightening as they were, she liked the Dothraki's sense of life…their connection to the Earth. It was comforting. And for once, she wasn't afraid someone was going to drive a knife into her back for her blonde hair.

Viserys continued without provocation, "And when I lead the army across the sea, you'll wait here until all of Westeros is mine, give me an heir…" he was deliriously planning again, but this one caught her attention.

Aeris sat up quickly. "What?" she asked. She supposed she should've known. The Targaryen's married brother to sister for years to keep the bloodlines pure…and since Dany was given away for an army…

"Surprise does not suit you, Aeris," he said, stripping down again, leaving himself naked in front of her. Doreah had just left from filling up the tub. He stepped into the steaming water and sat down, "It's our duty to continue the bloodline."

Aeris' heart was pounding. She loved her brother. She depended on her brother. But he scared her more than a thousand Dothraki hordes…and she'd always dreamed, somewhere in her most secret dreams…that a gallant knight would find her and take her away, be kind and loving….but that dream was shattered into a million pieces. She wasn't going anywhere.

Viserys paused, he looked her up and down, "Disrobe," he commanded. Aeris slowly stood up. Holding her breath she took her gown off and stood, naked in front of him.

He motioned with his hand and she approached the tub, standing only a few inches from it.

He reached out, touched her breasts, her sides, belly button, down to her thighs, inside and out. Suddenly, two of his fingers were inside her and she gasped. She felt her eyes well with tears. It hurt her a little, but she was nervous and on edge as it was.

"You are a Targaryen…our children will rule the Seven Kingdoms…they will be strong…" he looked up into her eyes. "Stronger than you," he condescended. He pulled his fingers from her. He looked away, leaning his head back he closed his eyes, "Lay down…be silent…"

Aeris returned to the bed. She picked her dress from the floor.

"No," he spoke from behind her, "On your stomach," he finished, closing his eyes again.

Naked and vulnerable, she laid down on her belly. Aeris buried her face into the bed. She wanted Dany to be there. He'd never done anything like that when Dany was around. She wanted to run out, look for her tent…but she was completely naked and she felt ashamed.

She'd almost fallen asleep by the time she heard the water disturb and Viserys stepped from the tub. Dripping, he walked over to the bed, and she felt water drip onto her bare back. She looked over as he stood above her. "Viserys…" she began to turn to face him on her side. But he reached a hand out and stopped her from moving. "Khal Drogo will not be the only one pleased tonight…" he said. "I gave him one sister…but I'll have the other…" he was suddenly behind her and Aeris' heart raced.

"This will hurt," he told her. "If you cry, I will beat you until you are silent. You are a dragon," and then he was inside of her. She winced, holding back tears as much as she could, gripping the blankets as hard as she could, as he slid back and forth. But somewhere in the pain and the pleasure, her cheeks were glistening and her moans were mixed with winces.

She was a dragon.

But in that moment she felt only like a dragonfly: delicate, weak. She wasn't strong like her sister. He grabbed ahold of her long hair and her head was nearly at his shoulder, "Tears…" he reached out with his other hand and wiped his fingers across her cheeks. "You have much to learn, baby sister…" he hissed in her ear. But his hands were gone from hair and her cheeks and they'd reached around to her breasts.

When he'd finished. He'd put his clothes on and lay in bed to sleep. She waiting until she knew he was asleep before she got up the courage to find her dress and put it on. She didn't go back to bed. She sat down in front of the fire and watched the flames again, wondering what her connection to the fire was. Why she didn't feel as beautiful as the flames.

The next thing she knew, the fire was embers and dawn trickled through the tent flap, her face laid gently on the ground.